The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless,but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on ChristmasEve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be,I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that itwas the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallenon a child. The case, I may mention, was that of an apparitionin just such an old house as had gathered us for the occasion--an appearance, of a dreadful kind, to a little boy sleepingin the room with his mother and waking her up in the terror of it;waking her not to dissipate his dread and soothe him to sleep again,but to encounter also, herself, before she had succeeded in doing so,the same sight that had shaken him. It was this observationthat drew from Douglas--not immediately, but later in the evening--a reply that had the interesting consequence to which I call attention.Someone else told a story not particularly effective, which I sawhe was not following. This I took for a sign that he had himselfsomething to produce and that we should only have to wait.We waited in fact till two nights later; but that same evening,before we scattered, he brought out what was in his mind.

"I quite agree--in regard to Griffin's ghost, or whatever it was--that its appearing first to the little boy, at so tender an age,adds a particular touch. But it's not the first occurrenceof its charming kind that I know to have involved a child.If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw,what do you say to TWO children--?"